She thought about how in that moment life was perfect because it was simple. One truck, a world asleep, and a million stars. It didn't matter where they were going. She was just existing.

Lots of people would be as cowardly as me if they were brave enough.

Steal five dollars and you're a common thief. Steal thousands and you're either the government or a hero.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.

To love means to realize there is a time to let the beloved one go

We the People - shelling the Vietcong

I shudder, I see the love, I'm doomed, my heart melts again - can't stand not to be in love, can't stand not to be melting with real tenderness, childlike need sweetnesses, that's what's wrong with...

The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

There was a star danced, and under that was I born.

Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!

... it occurred to me that perhaps in this city the crowd was essential to the individual; without it, he had nothing against which to scrape his anger, no echo for grief, and not the slightest proof...

It's a family joke that when I was a tiny child I turned from the window out of which I was watching a snowstorm, and hopefully asked, Momma, do we believe in winter?

He looked up and caught me staring, and for the first time that morning, neither of us looked away until Erin said, "J - pay attention! Just try to slap me." I broke the stare and turned to her. She...

Here's to everyone who has survived something devastating - - something that shattered your self - confidence and distorted your world in one blow. Whether you were fierce in the face of it or fell to...

Obeying God never brings on public evils. I know it can't. It's always safest, all round, to do as He bids us.

Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader; but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now - a - days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.

"Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels."

It really is a magical word: no. You say whatever bullshit you want and I just say no.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

You don't know what you are.

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

In her dreams, blood tasted like fizzy strawberry soda. If you drank it too fast, you got brain freeze. When she was older, after she'd licked a cut on her finger, the taste of that became the taste...

On the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. "How could you be so stupid?" I shrug, stung in spite of myself. "I thought I grew out of it." Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to...

... she bowed just low enough to draw the young man's {Daniel Carpenter} eyes to her décolletage. He flushed and looked away sternly. After a second. Tough to blame the kid. I've been a young man....

That's just a fiction, a little game of protocol.

I don't have anything against God. Far from it. But I don't understand Him. And I don't trust a lot of the people that go around claiming that they're working in His best interests.

Give it to them! Take them down! First Aleran! Kick their furry - - Assault formation!

I'm pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn't the usual way to go about saying you're sorry. But I didn't read that Mars - Venus book, so who knows.

As far as the Council is concerned, the U.S. Wardens are a bunch of mushrooms. Eh? Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit.